ElMouddaa's fields: notice the difference of the irrigated hills and the ones surrounding. |
Proudly opening the valve to the water reservoir. |
This was a meeting they 'staged' for us, so we could get a group picture.
They hardly get any visitors, being so remote, let alone foreigners, so we were treated as royalty. The local Sheikh, or Amgar in the local berber language, welcomed us into his house and offered us tea. While Thomas did interviews with Claire, three guys took me around, and with lots of sign language and broken French and darija, would explain the projects to me. They were so proud, it was heartwarming.
I wanted to get the guy to wash his own UNV T-shirt, since it is usually only done by women. In the end, he just posed with the wet T-shirt... |
They managed to build 11 gabions, or dams, to protect them from spring floods, which previously had destroyed several houses and crops.
They of course offered us a tajine, and killed a goat especially for us. Honestly, after Aïd, I felt I had seen (and eaten) enough goat, but hey, how can you refuse greasy skewed goat liver when it's been killed especially in your honour?
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